GuiltyPleasure
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Oh boy! There are prizes now?
what do I get?
what do I get?
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No, there are pictures of prizes!Tristesse2 said:Oh boy! There are prizes now?
what do I get?
I am virtually thrilled, Fly.flyguy69 said:Congratulations, Tzara! As a reward I've decided to give you this
wooden sailboat, an eighteen-foot sloop with mahogony cabin and spruce box mast. It will provide you all the hours of pleasure that looking at a digital image of a sailboat can.
My pleasure. I might even send an empty bottle of champagne; I'm thinking a Bollinger "Grande Annee."Tzara said:I am virtually thrilled, Fly.
Perhaps now I can finally simulate that cruise of the Dry Lakes my wife and I have always dreamed about.
Tzara said:Sunburst Finish
1.
Always, words end. There
is nothing more to say and yet,
you need to breathe.
2.
The rich lacquer shines
on the bowed wood.
Cremona would be proud.
3.
Rub with the grain,
not against it.
4.
At the end, unplugged.
5.
Sung.
What year?flyguy69 said:My pleasure. I might even send an empty bottle of champagne; I'm thinking a Bollinger "Grande Annee."
1990, of course. But you can photoshop the label to "Fresca," if your wife prefers.Tzara said:What year?
Actually, I am not fond of champagne (the drink, not the poet.). So sipping Fresca from Waterford flutes has some appeal.flyguy69 said:1990, of course. But you can photoshop the label to "Fresca," if your wife prefers.
Seriously, congrats on a job well-done. "Soliloquy" was amazing!
That was Dustystar? I figured it was Alfred in a Batman suit.Tzara said:Actually, I am not fond of champagne (the drink, not the poet.). So sipping Fresca from Waterford flutes has some appeal.
However, you seem to have confused me with the illustrious Dustystar, whose Soliloquy is, I agree, sublime.
I hope I don't have to give the picture of the sailboat back. It makes a nice background to my Windows desktop.
Me neither. Which is why I'm happy to hand out bottles from my basement fridge. Just ignore that "Congratulations, Graduate! Good luck at TWA Airlines!" message scrawled on the label.Tzara said:Actually, I am not fond of champagne (the drink, not the poet.). So sipping Fresca from Waterford flutes has some appeal.
That doesn't bother me. It's the "best used by 12/15/1998" that gives me pause.flyguy69 said:Me neither. Which is why I'm happy to hand out bottles from my basement fridge. Just ignore that "Congratulations, Graduate! Good luck at TWA Airlines!" message scrawled on the label.
Expiration dates are sure signs of top-shelf champagnes. I think some of mine came with a "free t-shirt" offer if you saved screwcaps.Tzara said:That doesn't bother me. It's the "best used by 12/15/1998" that gives me pause.
DeepAsleep said:Thank you.
Whew! Hot as a Saharan sun!TheRainMan said:Youngblood
Tell me fast and pretty fibs, you gazelle.
Say your speed and wicked hip roll
are for me, that you’re as primetime
as you look. Say you’ll run
but let me catch you, that you scratch
and bite but have a lot learn,
that you need me
to take you to school. Lie.
Tell me
you carry no cross.
For your twist of truth, your beauty,
I’m a lion. I’ll chase
and sink my teeth into the gut,
pin you with my arms while I feast.
Be extravagant with words.
Spice them up with salt and oil.
Sprinkle them
with toxins, with more glitter
than your eyes and just as jade. Be
a marinade of meat. I want the blood
of impossible dreams
sticky on my lips,
dripping from my chin. I want
the warped and beautiful pain,
the bellyache of regret.
Ask me to chew into your poison.
Make it strong.
Be bad for me.
Tristesse2 said:i've just realised my numbers are in the wrong order. Oh well.